It’s Friday again, & we’ve apparently taken the douchiest photo of Carson & Peter ever. Christ, let’s hope these two don’t go out after work trollin’ for HTHA LADIEEES, or if so, we should utter a quick prayer that said ladies steer clear. It’s not that they look threatening or dangerous or even remotely dashing…I think it would just be best if they’d spare themselves the embarrassment.
Oh who are we kidding, who wouldn’t want to take one of these two dreamboats home to show mom? Just make sure they change out of those ties first.
Carson is rocking a skinny teal/black number covered in spill stains. If this were a competition for dirtiest or nastiest tie, he would surely take the crown on this fine Friday. As it stands, he’s rocking a pretty fresh tie. Not to editorialize things, but my best advice for Carson is to stay out of the Mission for a little while, lest he be torn to shreds by jealous hipsters. It’s very much a staple of your standard Dance Rock Uniform. It’s a tie that says ”Hey alright it’s 2005 & I love songs rooted heavily in a driving kick-drum/high-hat backbeat combo!” That’s a roundabout way of declaring this the Official Tie of New & Improved Post-Punk (Now With Dancing!). Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Just remember that before he had a popular band named after him, Franz Ferdinand was the Arch Duke of Austria whose assassination caused World War 1, which was a war that wrought a LOT of death & despair. Not feeling like dancing so much anymore, are we? A little history lesson for ya. You’re welcome.
What can we say about Pete here? I mean besides the smarmy double-guns pose he’s striking, & the shirt that says “I’m about ready to head off to a ho-down after work”. Well, the tie definitely throws it off & brings us around to a Tim Curry-narrated open air double decker bus tour through Post-Modern Dalified Transylvania (Now With More Bats!). Covered in brightly colored circles, jagged little paralellograms & little angular brownish branches(?) bolting across it from all angles, his tie is a true spectacle of neckwear. If the famous surrealist painter himself were alive as a vampire with extremely bad style, he would’ve created this masterpiece (minorpiece?). Instead some Beverly Hills designer did. It’s the kind of tie that might be worn by The Count on Sesame Street if he doubled as a high school chemistry teacher (or if Sesame Street were to decide that they needed to adopt a more serious business model). One Two Three! Ah! Ah! Aaah!
Anyway, it was fairly unanimous today, & Pete was declared the victor.
